Mary Roberts Rinehart,
Munsey's Magazine — The Room Beyond
(1908)
“ He remembered the night she taught Marjorie her baby-prayer. God, what kind of a fool, what kind of a beast, had he been? After a while some one touched him on the shoulder. It was a strange nurse, with a hypodermic-tray in her arms. “Let me pass,” she said. “Hurry, please;” but still Carothers barred the door. “How is she?” he gasped, his throat dry and rasping. “I don't know,” the nurse said evasively. “Let me pass, please.” “Not until you answer my question. Has she—has she a chance? She isn't dying, is she? You can tell me that much, anyhow!” ”
